Took the crack to the flicks just the other night
We were groating on the back row, everything was alright
Then a smell like a fog turned my mind from s**, I said:
'Close your legs.'
She whispered something in my ear
But all I wanted to do was go and drink some beer
Then she did something I didn't understand
She didn't watch the film, she tried to hold my hand ...
'Do you love me?'
'I f** you, don't I?'
'Do you love me?'
'I f** you, don't I?'
'Do you love me?'
'Oh, wife, give over.'
I was right confused over what she'd said
So I sunk ten pints down the old Bear's Head
Just as I was getting a taste for it, some crack walked in
And she was f**ing fit
I shouted: 'Eh up! Love!' and turned on the charm
I showed her my belly and tattoos on my arm:
'Don't go to Images, have chips instead,'
Two weeks later, this is what she said....
'Do you love me?'
'I f** you don't I?'
'Do you love me?'
'I f** you, don't I?'
'Do you love me?'
'I f** you, don't I?'
'Do you love me?'
'Oh, wife, give over.'